When We Collided

Chapter 42

I woke up the next morning, blinding white light shining through my blinds. I stretched my arms, and sat up tiredly. I then got out of bed, and got ready for my day. We had left the dance shortly after Will had left me on the dance floor. I didn't know what to make of the whole situation, so I had decided not to think of it. Or him.

I walked downstairs, and sat at the table with aunt Harriet and Nate. They were both eating pancakes, and my aunt handed me a plate. I thanked her and started eating.

"How was the dance, yesterday?" My aunt asked casually.

"Alright." I said. "Cody had to leave early, is grandmother was admitted to the hospital."

"How awful." She frowned, and then hesitated. "Was Will there?"

"Yeah." I sighed, and said nothing more.

"Oh, you left your phone down here last night. Here." Nate said, and handed me my phone.

I took it from him, and turned it on. There were about fifty missed calls from Cecily, including one from two minutes ago. I wonder what it is, I thought as I called her back. She picked up after two rings.

"Tessa." She said. She was sobbing.

I froze. "What? What is it?"

"It's--it's Will." Cecily stuttered, shakily. "He was in a car accident."

My entire insides froze. "And?"

"He--he didn't make it, Tessa." She sobbed.

I felt my phone fall out of my hands, and crash to the floor. I couldn't give a damn. Aunt Harriet, and Nate looked at me worriedly. I couldn't feel anything. Nothing. I only sat there for five minutes, numb. Will's dead, I said in my mind. It was then that I felt the raw agony. I sobbed, almost screaming. I shook violently.

"Will--Will." I sobbed, as my aunt came and hugged me.

"What is it, Tessie?" She whispered.

"He's dead!" I almost screamed because of the pain.

"He left me, he's dead." This time I did scream, and I shook violently with sobs.

Aunt Harriet's eyes widened, and tears formed in her eyes. She hugged me tightly, while I thrashed in her arms. No. No. No. This wasn't happening. No. I was going to go over to his house, and he was going to be sitting on the couch watching "Family Guy". I thought of Cecily's words.

He didn't make it, Tessa.

I sobbed even harder, and tore myself out of aunt Harriet's arms.

"Take me to his house." I demanded.

"Tessa--" She started.

"Take me!" I shouted like a brat.

She shut up, and we walked to her car. On the car ride, I shook violently as I cried. When we reached his house, I ran to their front door and pushed it open. I walked into the living room.

"Where is he? Where's Will?" I demanded, tears streaming down my face.

Linette and Edmund sat together, Linette bawling, and Edmund comforting her. Celine and Stephen were there, trying to comfort Linette, though Celine was crying too. Cecily was bawling her eyes out into Isabelle, who was crying. Clary was holding Jace, who was crying hard too. Stephen walked over to me, and put his hand on my arm.

"He's--he's gone, Tessa." His blue eyes were too much like Will's.

"No. No, he can't be gone." My vision blurred with tears. "He can't leave me."

I suddenly started to feel weak in the knees, and I felt dizzy. The last thing I felt was Stephen catching me before I hit the floor.

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I opened my eyes, in someone's bed. My eyes felt heavy and swollen, and I blinked a few times. I saw that I laid in Cecily's bed. What? Why would I be in--

And then I remembered everything.

Will was dead.

Will Herondale, the boy I had loved for five years, was dead. The black haired blue eyed boy, who everyone loved so much, was dead. The love of my life was dead. I felt tears stream down my cheeks. I numbly got up, and walked downstairs. Everyone was still sat where they were, except that my mother was now with Linette as well. Alec, Gabriel, and Simon were now here. As soon as Cecily saw me, she threw herself at me.

I hugged her tightly, and then we were both sobbing in each other's. Her twin was dead. I didn't even want to know how that felt. We hugged for about five minutes, and then we sat down. Everyone was silent for a good ten minutes, just crying.

"When's--when's the funeral?" Jace sounded weak, as if he couldn't talk ever again.

"In three days." Stephen responded, looking lost.

Cecily sobbed loudly, and I held her, as I cried as well. My aunt and I stayed there for a few more hours, and then we decided to leave. Before, we did though, I asked if I could go into Will's room. Of course, Linette and Edmund said, yes, and I walked up the stairs. I hesitated at his door, but I slowly opened it and walked in.

Will's bed was made, and his room was neat. Like it always was. His stack of books on his desk were neat, his chair was tucked in. I walked past his Xbox, and cracked a smile when I saw his Call of Duty games. God, he loved those too much. I thought about all the nights I had spent in this room. Probably too many, actually. I sat down on his bed, and looked at his bedside table, and something caught my eye.

It was a picture of us, one of the few pictures we had ever taken together. It was the day we had gone to the Fair. Will was holding me in his arms, and kissing my cheek, I was smiling at the camera, blushing. Cecily had made us take the picture. Something broke all over again inside of me, and tears streamed down my face. I slipped the picture into my pocket, and I stood up.

"I love you so much, Will." I said aloud. "Thank you for everything."